must we keep thence What folly is' t that makes us loth To dye and to go hence â—each down Reach down thine arm of Grace Lord fit us to ascend Where Congregations near brake up And Sabbaths have no end â—here there 's no sleep nor weariness To break thy Servants peace â—or envious thoughts nor slanderous Tongues Their troubles to increase There there 's no falt but all is free There day lives without night There Men and Angels live by love And in thy lovely light I come I come my God to thee Thanks Lord to thee I come My wearied starved prodigal Soul Come Soul come gladly home World take thy husks and give thy Swine I am for better bread For all my Fathers Children be With Heavenly Manna fed Now flesh leave Tempting of me now To doat on sensual things They that thy Feasts do value much They know not Christ the King Too long too long my simple Soul A bond-slave thou hast been This day I join thee to thy God And thee Divorce from Sin My dearest Lord and my poor Soul For ever ever Love According to his Cov'nant seal In this World and above Hymn VIII Another for the Sabbath or Lords D … MY Lord my Love was Crucified He all the pains did bear But in the sweetness of his rest He makes his Servants share … w sweetly rest thy Saints above Which in thy Bosom lye … y Church below doth rest in hope Of that felicity â—ou Lord who daily feed'st thy Sheep Mak'st them a weekly Feast … y Flocks meet in their several Folds Upon this day of Rest â—elcome and dear unto my Soul â—re these sweet feasts of Love 〈◊〉 what a Sabbath shall I keep When I shall Rest above … ess thy wise and wondrous love Which bind us to be free … ich makes us leave our Earthly snares That we may come to thee … me I wait I hear I pray Thy foot-steps Lord I trace … ng to think this is the way Unto my Saviours Face … is market day doth Saints inrich And smiles upon them all â—…s their Pentecost on which The Holy Ghost doth fall â—…ay of Wonders Mercies Pawn The weary Souls recruit … e Christians Goshen Heavens Dawn The end of endless fruit Hymn X. As the 100 Psalm THou spread'st a weekly Table Lord Where Souls may banquet on thy Worâ—… Whilst means in plenty we enjoy Let not our Souls be parcht and dry We wait here at Bethesda's Pool Those Waters which refresh and cool We wait whose Souls are scorcht with sin O come dear Saviour help us in Thy Power and thy Grace display Be thou amongst us on thy day That sinners may observe thy call And numerous converts to the fall That those who do thy footsteeps trace May find all sweetness in thy Grace O may they never more complain That they have sought their good in vain Thy People at thy Footstool lie Behold us with a gratious Eye O let our Souls with Jesus meet Our fellowship with him be sweet Among thy people here am I Lord let me not be passed by Let this poor Soul with triumph say I 've seen my dearest Lord to day I sit within thy Temple shade O let thy presence make me glad Love me my Lord or else I die Thy Love alone can satisfie Hymm XI For Communion with God â—Las my God that we should be Such strangers to each other that as Friends we might agree And walk and talk together â—…ou know'st my Soul do's dearly love The place of thine abode 〈◊〉 Musick gives so sweet a sound As these two words My God â—ong not for the fruit that grows Within these Gardens here â—…nd no sweetness in the Rose When Jesus is not near … y gracious presence O my Christ Can make a Paradice 〈◊〉 what are all the goodly Pearls Unto this Pearl of price … y I taste that Communion Lord Thy People have with thee … y Spirit daily talks with them O let it talk with me … ke Enoch let me walk with God And thus walk out my day … tended with the heav'nly Guards Upon my King's High-way â—hen wilt thou come unto me Lord O come my Lord most dear … me near come nearer nearer still I 'm well when thou art near â—hen wilt thou come unto me Lord I languish for thy sight Ten thousand Suns if thou art strange Are shades instead of light When wilt thou come unto me Lord For till thou dost appear I count each moment for a day Each minute for a year Come Lord and never from me go This World 's a darksome place I find no pleasure here below When thou dost vail thy face There 's no such thing as pleasure here My Jesus is my all As thou dost shine or disappear My pleasures rise or fall Come spread thy savour on my frame No sweetness is so sweet Till I get up to praise thy Name Where all thy singers meet Hymn XII A Cry before the Sacrament TO day the Lord of Hosts invites Unto a costly Feast O what a priviledge is this To be th' Almighty's Guest I am invited I must go Lord help me to prepare That so I may be welcome and Partake of Childrens fare All they that sit down with him must Be decked with his Grace He smiles on such Communicants And they behold his Face â—ut who and what am I O Lord Unholy and unmeet â—o come within thy doors or to Wash thy Disciples feet Come Holy Spirit come and take My filthy Garments hence â—he guilt the stain the love of sin Will give my Lord offence â—emember not my sins O Lord Which ever load my mind Thy Son did die for such as I That I might mercy find Worldly distractions stay behind Below the Mount abide Be no disturbance to my mind Nor make my Saviour chide Let nothing that is not divine Within thy presence move What e're would cause thee not to shine In tokens of thy Love Whilst thou dost at thy Table sit Send out thy Spirit to breathe Upon my Soul to summon forth My Graces from beneath A wake Repentance Faith and Love Awake O every Grace Come come attend this glorious King And bow before his face O come my Lord the time draws nigh That I am to receive Stand with my Pardon sealed by Perswade me to believe Let not my Jesus now be strange Nor hide himself from me O cause thy Face to shine upon The Soul that longs for thee O let our Entertainment now Be so exceeding sweet That we may long to come again And at thy Table meet Hymn XIII Against Vnbelief A Soul that 's burden'd with the weight Of Sin that on him lies Must go to Golgotha then ask For whom that Saviour dies Surely for Sinners such as I That precious blood was spilt Come poor defiled Souls O come And wash away your guilt Christ calls arise and do not fear Tho' thou wast Satan's Slave Let this thy drooping Spirit
Ear Do not my mournful voice dispise But my Petition hear I do confess that I receiv'd My very shape in sin In it my Mother me conceiv'd And brought me forth therein Numberless evils compass me My sins do me assail More than my very hairs they be So that my heart doth fail But there is Mercy to be had With thee and pardoning Grace That men may be incouraged With fear to seek thy face Have Mercy Lord and pity take On me in this distress For thine abundant mercy sake Blot out my wickedness My youthful sins do thou deface Keep them not on record But after thine abundant Grace Remember me O Lord. Lord hide thy face from all my sins And my misdeeds deface O God make clean my heart within Renew it with thy Grace From every presumptuous crime Thy Servant Lord restrain And let them not at any time The least dominion gain Blessed is he to whom the Lord Imputeth not his sin Whose heart hath all deceit abhorr'd And guile's not found therein O then let joy and gladness speak And let me hear their voice That so the bones which thou didst break May feelingly rejoice Then bless the living Lord my Soul His glorious praise proclaim Let all my inward powers extol And bless his holy name Forget not all his benefits But bless the Lord my Soul Who all thy trespasses remits And makes thee sound and whole Behold what wondrous love on us The Father hath bestow'd That we should be advanced thus And call'd the Sons of God Because thy loving kindness is Better than length of days And preciouser than life its self My Lips shall speak thy praise With Marrow and sweet Fatness fill'd My thankful Soul shall be My Mouth shall join with joyful lips In giving praise to thee For whom have I in Heaven but thee Nor is there any one In all the World desir'd of me Besides thy self alone Tho' flesh consume and heart be broke And all do fail me sore Yet God's my hearts unshaken Rock And portion evermore The path of Life thou wilt shew me With thee are all the Treasures Of Joy and at thy right hand be The everlasting pleasures Goodness and Mercy all my days Shall surely follow me And in the house of God always My dwelling place shall be Lord all thy works do speak thy praise And thee thy Saints shall bless They shall proclaim thy Kingdoms fame And thy great power express Thy Kingdom everlasting is Its glory hath no end And thine alone Dominion Thro' Ages doth extend Glory to the Eternal God In his transcendent place Let peace on Earth make her abode Let men receive his Grace The Elders and the blessed Saints Who do thy Throne surround Do never cease by night or day These praises to resound The Song of Moses and the Lamb They sing with one accord Great are thy works and marvellous Almighty God our Lord. Just are thy ways thou King of Saints And true is all thy word Who would not fear and glorifie Thy holy name O Lord The Lamb is worthy that was slain Of Power and Renown Of Wisdom Honour and to wear The Royal Glorious Crown For thou our Souls redeemed hast By thy most precious Blood And made us Kings and Sacred Priests To the Eternal God Let the exalted Heav'ns rejoice And let the Earth be glad The Sea with its applauding noise Triumphant praise shall add O bless the Lord all ye his Hosts And Ministers of his And all his works throughout all Coasts Where his Dominion is Bless thou the Lord my Soul my mouth His praises shall proclaim Bless him all flesh all that hath breath Praise ye the Lord's great name To Father Son and Holy Ghost All Glory be therefore As our Baptism doth oblige Both now and evermore A small Collection from Mr. Burgess Heaven's King my careful Shepherd is I am his Pasture Sheep 'T were strange if I should come to want For he doth never sleep His Word and Ordinances are Fat Pastures unto me In them he leads me where the streams Of Grace and Peace run free Surely thy goodness and free grace Shall reach me all my days And let my life be long or short I 'll spend it in thy praise Blessing and Glory and Renown Then give we altogether To him that on the Throne sets down And to the Lamb for ever Hymn VI. for the Sabbath D. B. COme let us set to Angels work Yea Lord I 'll sing thy praise I will proclaim thy wondrous Grace Thy Honour we will raise Thanksgiving is a heavenly work 'T is all in Heaven they do To thank and praise the Lord most high On Earth 't is sweet work too Let all the World shout at the Just God will be their high Tower And such a Fort that all the World Shall ne're one Saint devour Of silly babes and sucklings weak Thou mak'st the Church so strong That it confounds the Gates of Hell That seek to do it wrong My Thoughts are much too big for words When to thy Heavens I look And view the Moon and Stars most high Thy glorious lovely book Then bless my Soul and all my powers Bless ye Jehovahs name As ye were born to do the Saints Do always praise the same Thro' Christ he pardons all our sins And blots out our misdeeds He heals our outward maladies And supplies all our needs He hath the Keys of Hell and Death The Souls of men to save He in his kindness bore the Cross That we the Crown might have Bless bless my Soul that Lord and God Whose benefits ingage His benefits of every hour Who can count in an Age For this his loving kindnesses He 's sooner reconcil'd Than any tender Father is To his Repenting Child To Father Son and Holy Ghost c. For the Sabbath O Blessed are ye Saints above How active is your state You ever bless the Lord your God Not at our broken Rate They never pray but always praise They endless Sabbaths keep They never shut their Eyes or Mouths Their rest is free from sleep But oh how weak are crawling Worms How short's our Sabbath days We dye more hours by far in sleep Than we do live in praise O Glorious God accept our Wills And Weaknesses forgive We wish our Souls were like the Saints Unlike them as we live They all were once as weak as we Lord grant we be not long That we may be as strong as they And sing their heavenly song â—ord what is life without thy love 'T is but a sorry thing What makes the Court of Heav'n above Thy Presence 't is great King 〈◊〉 do not envy great mens state Nor pine to see their store Take they the World give me thy Love I 'm Rich and they are Poor Hymn VII Another for the Sabbath day O God whose glorious Majesty We can so little praise â—Tis but a few and weary hours And those the best of days Heaven be the land of praise Lord why
can stand Before his cold He speaks and straight it thaws He breathes and Water flows To Israel his Laws And to none else he shows As for his word No Heathen Land Doth understand Praise ye the Lord. M. Hymn XLVI For the Gospel BLest be my God that I was born To hear the joyful sound That I was born to be Baptiz'd And bred on Christian ground That I was bred where God appears In tokens of his Grace The lines are fallen unto me In a most pleasant place The Sun which rose up in the East And drove their shades away His healing Wings have reach'd the West And turn'd our Night to day England at first an Egypt was Since that proud Babels Slave At last a Canaan it became And then my Birth it gave Blest be my God that I have slept The dismal Night away Being kept in Providence's Womb To England's brightest day M. Hymn XLVII For Redemption O That I had an Angels Tongue That I might loudly sing The wonders of Redeeming Love To thee my God and King But Man who at the Gates of Hell Did pale and speechless lye Must find a Tongue and Time to speak Or else the Stones will cry Let the Redeemed of the Lord Their thankful Voices raise Can we be Dumb whilst Angels Sing Our great Redeemers Praise Come let us join with Angels then Glory to God on high Peace upon Earth Good-will to Men Amen Amen say I. Poor Adam's Race was Satans prey And Dust the Serpent's food We that were doom'd to be devour'd Naked and Trembling stood Love Clothed with Humility Built here an House of Clay In which it dwelt and rescu'd Man The Devil lost his Prey The spightful Serpent bruis'd Christ's heel But then Christ brake his Head And left him Nail'd upon the Cross On which his Blood was shed Sing and triumph in boundless Grace Which thus hath set thee free Extol with shouts my ravish'd Soul Thy Saviour's Love to thee Give endless thanks to God and say What Love was this in thee That thou hast not with-held thy Son Thine Only Son from me Thy Deep and Glorious Counsels Lord With Trembling I Adore Blessed thrice blessed be my God Blessed for ever more M. Hymn XLVIII For the Morning MY God was with me all this night And gave me sweet Repose My God did watch even whilst I slept Or I had never Rose How many groan'd and wish'd for sleep Until they wish'd for day Measuring slow hours with their quick pains Whilst I securely lay What terrours have I scap'd this night Which have on others fell My body might have slept its last My soul have wak'd in hell Sweet rest hath gain'd that strength to me Which labour did Devour My body was in weakness laid But it is rais'd in pow'r Lord for the mercies of the night My humble thanks I pay And unto thee I dedicate The first fruits of the day Worldly concerments touch me not below the mount abide I must ascend to th'Father first My Saviour else will chide This Day I 'll praise thee O my God And so I 'll all my Days O Lord let mine Eternal Day Be thine Eternal Praise M. Hymn XLIX For the Evening NOW from the Altar of my Heart Let flames of Incense rise Assist me Lord to offer up Mine Evening Sacrifice Awake my Love awake my Joy Awake my Heart and Tongue Sleep not when Mercies loudly call Break forth into a Song Man's Life 's a Book of History The leaves thereof are days The Letters mercies closely join'd The Title is thy Praise This day God was my Sun and Shield My Keeper and my Guide His care was on my frailty shewn His Mercies multiply'd Minutes and Mercies multiply'd Have made up all this day Minutes came quick but Mercies were More fleet and free than they New time new favours and new Joy's Do a new Song require Till I shall praise thee as I would Accept my Hearts desire Lord of my Time whose hand hath set New time upon my score Then shall I praise for all my time When time shall be no more M. Hymn L. For good Success IS not the Hand of God in this Is not his end Divine Lord of Success thee will I bless Who on my Paths dost shine I reap the Fruit of Gods Design By him it was foreseen He thought of this as well as I Or it had never been I blindly guess'd but he fore-knew I wish'd he did command Wherefore I praise his careful Eye And his un erring Hand The Bow is drawn by feeble Arms Aim taken in the dark A Providential Hand doth guide The Arrow to the Mark. Except the Lord the City keep The Watch-men will be slain Except the Lord do build the House The Builder builds in vain Buildings are Babels Cities Heaps When thou send'st Curse or Flame And Lab'ring Heads that promise Fruit Oft bring forth Wind and Shame But thou hast Crown'd my Actions Lord With good success this day This Crown together with my self At thy blest Feet I lay Lord who art pleas'd to prosper me And bless me in my ways Prosper my weak endeav'ring Heart Which aimeth at thy praise M. Hymn LI. A General Song of Praise HOW shall I praise that Majesty Which Angels do Admire Let Dust in Dust in silence lie Sing sing ye Heav'nly Quire Thousands of Thousands stand around Thy Throne O God Most High Ten Thousand times Ten Thousand sound Thy praise But who am I Thy brightness unto them appears Whilst I thy footsteps trace A sound of God comes to my Ears But they behold thy Face They sing because thou art their Sun Lord send a Beam on me For where Heav'n is but once begun There Hallelujahs be Enlighten with Faiths Light my Heart Enflame it with Love's Fire Then shall I sing and bear a part With that Celestial Quire I shall I fear be dark and cold With all my zeal and light Yet when thou dost accept their Gold Lord Treasure up my Mite How great a Being Lord is thine Which doth all beings keep Thy knowledge is the only line To sound so vast a deep How good art thou whose goodness is Our parent nurse and guide Whose streams do water paradise and all the Earth beside Thy upper and thy nether Sâ—rings Make both thy worlds to thrive Under thy warm and sheltring wings Thou keep'st two Broods alive Thy Arm of Might most Mighty King Both Rocks and Hearts do break My God thou can'st do every thing But what would shew thee weak Thou can'st not cross thy self or be Less than thy self or poor But whatsoever pleaseth thee That can'st thou do and more Unbelief is a Raging wave Dashing against a Rock If God do not his Israel save Then let Egyptians mock Mercy that shining Attribute The Sinners Hope and Plea Huge Hosts of Sins in their Pursuit Are Drown'd in thy Red Sea This is the Devils Scourge and Sting This is the Angels Song Who Holy Holy Holy Sing In